Faithful to uncertain clarity

Full moon on a messy stream

Black moon rose from the back of that hill crowned with a medium Phulai. This Full moon of 14th night marked the shameful negligence of the concerned authorities who let a fresh water stream turn into stagnant mess.

This stream was a tributary of Sindh river. It was filled with plenty of Mahasher fish famous for its unique taste. Other aquatic life including turtles and various kinds of birds, colorful sparrows and seagulls were found hopping along its banks.

Migrating birds flying high used to dive down on it to rest and munch some fresh food. Mellards, Panteils, Teils, Gadwills and many of the kind. I remember there quack quack and bright feathers. And i also remember the gun fires shot to kill these guests down. There is a myth that if you don’t respect your guests your blessings will be vitiated.

And on that day i saw that the beautiful stream has changed into a dead mass of water filled with dangerous chemicals from paper mills and other factories, slowly creeping ahead, marking the shameful irresponsibility of mankind.